Sun Kil Moon

I will always have April, and I am grateful for that. That record is so emotional and beautifully powerful that I am often moved by it. But damn if the next two albums are hard to love. I wish that I could adequately relay how few fucks I give about his past profligate promiscuity. I get it — you used to get laid a lot. Please evoke another emotion.

Tonight, I’ll dream of a girl with radiant, August eyes.